Christ

I didn't love her quite enough so she left

I once had her sweet sincerity yes I'm bereft

And when did she obtain that wandering eye

Oh Christ won't you take my hand

And be there when I'm waking

Oh Christ She's not with me now

So grant me with some sleep

She sailed away to the southern hemisphere

So pity me for

I won't feel her tears upon my shoulder

I fear as I grow older the contours of her face

Will disappear from my mind

Oh Christ won't you take my hand and be there

When I'm waking

Oh Christ She's not with me now

So grant me with some sleep

Oh Christ I belong to I

So won't you take my hand

Oh Christ